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PAINTING  AND  DRAWING  BOOK 

WITH  TALE  OF 

PETER    RABBIT 

BY 

BEATRIX  POTTER 


NEW   YORK 

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and  their  names  were  Flopsy, 

Mopsy,  Cotton-Tail,  and  Peter. 


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in  a  sand-bank  underneath 
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Mrs.  Rabbit  one  morning, 
"you  may  go  into  the  fields 
or  down  the  lane,  but  don't 
go  into  Mr.  McGregor's 
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Th|p|  old  Mrs.  Rabbit  took 
a  basket  and  her  umbrella, 
and  went  through  the  wood 
to  the  baker's. 


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a  loaf  ot  bread 
and  five 

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Flopsy,  Mopsy 

and  Cotton-tail, 

who  were  good 

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went  down 

the  lane 

to  gather 

blackberries. 


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But  Peter,  who  was 
very  naughty,  ran 

straight  away  to  Mr. 
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First  he  ate  some  lettuces 
and  some  French  beans;  and 
then    he    ate    some    radishes; 


and  then, 

feeling  rather  sick, 
he  went  to  look 

for  some  parsley. 


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the  end  of 

a  cucumber 

frame. 


whom  should 
he  meet 

but  Mr. 


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was  on 


his  hands 

and  knees 


planting 
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but  he 


jumped  up 

and  ran 

after  Peter, 


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waving  a 

rake  and 

calling  out, 

"Stop,  thief!" 


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Peter  was  most  dreadfully 
frightened;  he  rushed  all  over 
the  garden,  for  he  had  for- 
gotten the  way  back  to  the 
gate. 


He  lost  one  of  his  shoes 
among  the  cabbages,  and  the 
other  shoe  among  the  po- 
tatoes. 


After  losing  them  he  ran  on 
four  legs  and  went  faster,  so 
that  I  think  he  might  have 
got  away  altogether  if  he  had 
not  unfortunately  run  into  a 
gooseberry  net, 


and  got  caught  by  the 
large  buttons  on  his  jacket. 
It  was  a  blue  jacket  with 
brass  buttons,  quite  new. 


Peter  gave  himself  up  for 
lost,  and  shed  big  tears;  but 
his  sobs  were  overheard  by 
some  friendly  sparrows, 


who  flew  to  him 

in  great  excitement, 
and  implored  him 
to  exert  himself. 


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Mr.  McGregor  came 
up  with  a  sieve, 

which  he  intended 
to  pop  upon 

the  top  of  Peter; 


but  Peter  wriggled 
out  in  time, 

leaving  his  jacket 
behind  him. 


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And  he  rushed 

into  the  tool-shed 
and  jumped 

into  a  can. 


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beautiful    thing    to  hide     in, 

if    it    had    not    had  so   much 
water  in  it. 


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Mr.  McGregor  was  quite 
sure  that  Peter  was  some- 
where in  the  tool-shed,  per- 
haps hidden  underneath  a 
flower  pot. 


He  began  to  turn  them 
over,  carefully  looking  under 
each.  Presently  Peter  sneezed: 
— "Kerty-schoo!" 


Mr.  McGregor  was 

after  him  in  no  time 
and  tried  to  put 

his  foot  on  Peter, 


who  jumped  out  of  a  window, 
upsetting  three  plants.  The 
window  was  too  small  for 
Mr.  McGregor,  and  he  was 
tired  of  running  after  Peter. 
He    went    back    to  his  work. 

Peter  sat  down  to  rest;  he 
was  out  of  breath  and  trem- 
bling with  fright,  and  he  had 
not  the  least  idea  which  way 
to  go.  Also  he  was  very 
damp  with  sitting  in  that  can. 


After  a  time  he  began  to 
wander  about,  going  lippity, 
lippity,  not  very  fast,  and 
looking  all  around. 

He  found  a  door  in  a  wall; 
but  it  was  locked  and  there 
was  no  room  for  a  fat  little 
rabbit  to  squeeze  underneath. 


An  old  mouse  was  running 
in  and  out  over  the  stone 
doorstep,  carrying  peas  and 
beans  to  her  family  in  the 
wood. 

Peter  asked  her  the  way  to 
the  gate,  but  she  had  such  a 
large  pea  in  her  mouth  that 
she  could  not  answer.  She 
only  shook  her  head  at  him* 
Peter  began  to  cry. 


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Then  he  tried  to  find  his 
way  straight  across  the  garden, 
but  he  became  more  and  more 
puzzled.  Presently,  he  came 
to  a  pond  where  Mr.  McGre- 
gor filled  his  water  cans. 


A  white  cat  was  staring  at 
some  gold  fish;  she  sat  very, 
very  still,  but  now  and  then 
the  tip  of  her  tail  twitched  as 
if  it  were  alive. 

Peter  thought  it  best  to  go 
away  without  speaking  to  her; 
he  had  heard  about  cats  from 
his  cousin,  little  Benjamin 
Bunny. 


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He  went  back  towards  the 
tool-shed,  but  suddenly,  quite 
close  to  him,  he  heard  the 
noise  of  a  hoe — scr-r-ritch, 
scratch,  scratch,  scritch.  Peter 
scuttered  underneath  the 
bushes.  But  presently,  as 
nothing  happened,  he  came 
out,  and  climed  upon  a  wheel- 
barrow, and  peeped  over.  The 
first  thing  he  saw  was  Mr. 
McGregor  hoeing  onions. 


His  back  was  turned  to- 
wards Peter,  and  beyond  him 
was  the  gate. 

Peter  got  down  very  quietly 
off  the  wheelbarrow,  and 
started  running  as  fast  as  he 
could  go  along  a  straight  walk 
behind  some  black-currant 
bushes.  Mr.  McGregor  caught 
sight  of  him  at  the  corner,  but 
Peter  did  not  care. 

He  slipped  underneath  the- 
gate,  and  was  safe  at  last  in 
the  woods  outside  the  garden. 


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Mr.  McGregor  hung  up  the 
little  jacket  and  the  shoes  for 
a  scarecrow  to  frighten  the 
blackbirds. 

Peter  never  stopped  running 
or  looked  behind  him  till  he 
got  home  to  the  big  tree. 


He  was  so  tired  that  he 
hopped  down  upon  the  nice 
soft  sand  of  the  floor  of  the 
rabbit-hole  and  shut  his  eyes. 

His  mother  was  busy  cook- 
ing; she  wondered  what  he 
had  done  with  his  clothes.  It 
was  the  second  little  jacket 
and  pair  of  shoes  that  Peter 
had  lost  in  a  fortnight. 


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that  Peter  was 
not  very  well 

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